The Fairy Diary Day 555 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

I have had troubling dreams – always commencing with the sound of cackling reverberating off of stone walls. And I found myself inside the stone box inside the stone room that was Tinadell’s. And I could see both inside the box and outside as well – and Tinadell was pacing back and forth, wringing his hands.  

And I am left wondering what it all meant. 

It lingered with me each time I ventured forth on a dragon in search for the strand. It was becoming so distracting that I had to force myself to focus only on the task at hand. 

After my fourth trip, Gibley was just returning too. He brought tremendous news – he had found one end of the strand. The goblin left it anchored to a rock on the other side where he discovered it flailing in the wind. He reports that it is much smaller than he had imagined. So he feels the other end will be equally as hard to locate. 

Still we are all mightily encouraged by Gibley’s discovery and hold out hope that we will have the other end before Tinadell returns. 

When I was alone with Merlin I took the opportunity to converse with him about the details of my dream. Although he assured me that all my concerns in that matter were in the past, I could not shake the sense that his concern for them was reborn. 

The Fairy Diary Day 524 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

My captor announced it was time to share his explanations. But first he had a question for me – have I heard any voices – whisperings – or cackling. 

I was forthright and replied not since I’ve been here – but had in the days before my capture. 

This pleased my nemesis fairy. For he pronounced it safe and let me out with apologies as he did so. 

At last I saw that I had been held in a stone box – set in a room possessing the same austerity. 

He sat me down to a bowl of golden nectar and explained his actions after introducing himself. His name is Tinadell. 

First, he told me my friends and the dragons were all hale and hearty. This comforted me but before I could ask where they were he said they were scouring the well for me and had been ever since they defeated the creature. 

Which led to the next piece of information – with another apology – the creature had been the worst reflection of himself and he had feared that with our arrival it was going to transfer its being to another creation rising from its influence over me. This is why Tinadell had held me captive – to make absolutely sure that this would not come to pass. 

Now with the danger past, he will send up a sign to attract my friends to where we are.

The Fairy Diary Day 520 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Noralei believed we were drawing close to the lair of the Dark One. The dragons were moving more slowly – cautiously. And I myself sensed a reluctance in Cluyjil to move forward. Gibley commented on this also. 

I called a halt to consult with the others. But the minute we did so, we got hit with a shower of stones. Then a low rumble reverberated in the air around us. We just had enough time to take cover under our dragons before a massive boulder passed over our position. And a stench arose from somewhere ahead of us and blew back into our faces. 

It effectively stopped any further singing until we passed by a steaming vent hole that was pumping out the noxious fumes. 

From that point onwards the rings with the crystals came out for their imminent use. 

And I could hear the cackling again. 

The Fairy Diary Day 519 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

All of us have detected movement at the outer peripheries of our vision – constantly ahead of us, rarely behind us. Of course my thoughts want to make them out as being apparitions of Artoxon and Bifitz trying to hinder or scare us off. But nothing is judged with any certainty. 

Usually the number of sightings diminishes whenever we commence singing again. So, we try to keep it up. Gibley even chimed in with a goblin chant. I could not make head nor tail of its meaning but it paired beautifully with a dwarfish tune from Herblas. And together they seemed very effective, for all discernible movement beyond us ceased. 

Some time after that the whispering began. I thought it was Gibley muttering encouragement to Cluyjil, but when asked he denied saying anything. Then, one by one I asked the others when I thought they were the source. In each instance the answer was negative. 

Then came the cackling. It was unnerving. And all the more so because only I could hear it.